i miss writing poetry, its been so long. whether it was gibberish or something that made sense, i had dreams and then i was shining along. sometimes i was this bold girl on this adventurous sea, even before Whale Rider had come to passe, i lived in a fairyland with lots and lots of birds. i then thought that the world was amazing and my spirits lifted galore, that muse that imagined things and crafted stuff to construct a world that i would resurrect, and abandon my handicapped abode. as years passed by and went bad and good and i screamed and shut and began to think like a duck.
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